Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

In the center of the sea, in an oval of moving mountains, a wall was rising from the waves, black and ominous. It was angular and covered with dagger-shaped towers, many of which burned with purple flames, dyeing the night sky violet. It was not a mountain, but a black ark, a fortress on the sea, a floating castle, a black ark that only a few powerful or influential duruchi could rule.

On the upper level of the ark, a luxurious banquet was in progress. In the huge hall, gorgeous curtains and flickering crystal chandeliers were hung, illuminating the entire space. The table was filled with rich food, a dazzling array of delicacies, and the wine in the glass sparkled with an alluring luster. The sound of music echoed softly in the hall, and dancers danced gracefully and wildly in the center, and the atmosphere was luxurious and joyful.

However, under this flashy appearance, the lower level of the ark was a different scene. Screams and wails echoed in the cabin, forming a sharp contrast with the laughter and joy on the upper deck.

In the narrow, dim cabin, the labor dispatchers were locked in a damp cell, covered with whip marks and dirt. Their faces were haggard, and their eyes showed despair and pain. They

survived hard in the narrow space, their blood and tears were sprinkled on the cold bricks, and countless lives disappeared in this dark ark, silently.

Malvo Lepore suppressed the urge to vomit and looked at the "rich" feast in his hand, three pale twisted centipedes as long as his middle finger. This was not the food distributed by the guards, but he found it under a rotten table. No one except him found it.

"Give me one, please."

A pleading voice came from the dark cell next to him. The voice was issued by a human who looked a little anemic. The stench of the pleader's body stood out from the group of unwashed people, making him dizzy. Another person in the cell was sobbing, and the irregular sobs echoed in the darkness.

"How stupid." He couldn't help thinking, the elves always caught those who were afraid and weak first, and sadly he was one of them. Thinking of this, he sighed, and then smiled understandingly at his neighbor, "Alas, friend, I'm afraid I only have enough food for myself, I must keep my strength, you know, I never know where the next opportunity will come from."

The supplicant let out a short laugh, the sound was so harsh and so piercing. He clenched the food in his hand and turned his eyes to the bars on the cell wall, hoping that the supplicant's outburst was not noticed by the guards.

There were hundreds of cages like the one that imprisoned him in the huge room, filled with dead or dying slaves. The stairs spiraled down, and from time to time guards came to take away some poor souls, and the bodies were sent to the arena, or worse, to the butcher's shop.

Through the narrow railings, the elven guards could see the entire abyss of the prison, and fortunately, they did not notice it. They were whispering about Daxus's boarding and enjoying the food handed to them.

"We can't get out of here, fool, we will stay here until we die, whether we are eaten or..." The supplicant hissed with the gaps between his rotten teeth, and he couldn't help but shudder at the end.

Although Malvo tried to remain indifferent, he also shuddered. The screams of those who were unfortunate enough to be dragged away stopped temporarily, but there was a constant, uneasy low hum in the air. He felt an invisible oppression, as if some kind of horror in the darkness was quietly approaching. He couldn't completely block out those terrible sounds. The cries of those unfortunate ones who were chosen seemed to still echo in his ears, haunting his mind like ghosts.

He had heard about the sweet torture of the elves, and these legends described heinous torture methods and unusual torture methods. At first he thought these stories were just exaggerated descriptions, but he had been here long enough to make him deeply realize that these rumors were not completely fictitious. He had witnessed the coldness and cruelty of the elves with his own eyes, and knew that the torture that those chosen would experience was not ordinary.

He had seen those who were dragged away, and their eyes were full of despair and fear. Whether it was because their bodies were imprisoned or because their souls were suffering in great pain, it all made him feel horrified. He knew that those screams were just the beginning, and there would be more terrible tortures to come. He couldn't imagine exactly what kind of pain those chosen people would suffer, and every time he thought of the torture scenes in the rumors, he would feel waves of fear.

The air was filled with a stench of decay, mixed with physical anxiety and psychological collapse. These suffocating smells gradually permeated his every breath, making him feel more suffocated. He once imagined that he could face everything with strength, but now, his confidence became fragile in the face of these ruthless tortures and the threat of death.

He forced himself to shift his focus, trying to focus on the food in front of him, but his mind kept echoing those shrill screams and those miserable faces. He couldn't get rid of these images, they lingered in his heart like a shadow, making him fall into deep anxiety and fear.

"Listen to me, my grumpy friend, I will escape from this miserable place and kill the bastards who sent me here with my sword. But first... dinner."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hands and put the precious centipede into his mouth. The strong stimulation made him frown, and the sour smell like rotten fish filled his mouth, making him almost vomit the contents of his stomach onto his cellmate. However, just barely, he had a strong will, had worked in Porrod's taverns and bawdy houses, and had eaten worse as a pickpocket.

He suppressed the disgusting taste and chewed the centipede, letting the unpleasant juice spread in his mouth. His throat was constricted by the smell of centipedes and the nausea, but he forced himself to swallow, as if he could swallow the humiliation of the past and the predicament of the present.

Thirty years ago, he was a young pickpocket, hanging out on the noisy streets of Porrod. He worked in dirty taverns, snatched the most basic food from homeless vagrants, and even worked in obscene houses, enduring all kinds of stench and dangers. He ate rotten fish, moldy bread, and even raw rat meat. Although those days were difficult, they also forged his will and endurance.

During that time, he climbed to the top of the Thieves Guild step by step and became the most important underground leader in Bolrod City. He thought he had escaped the life of competing with stray dogs for bones, that he could control his destiny and no longer be forced to accept such humble food.

But now, he is chewing centipedes, as if fate is laughing at his arrogance and pride.

As he chewed his dinner, he reflected on the sheer and terrifying unpredictability of life. Those positions and powers that once seemed unshakable now seem so fragile. Perhaps this was punishment for his past actions, retribution for his ruthless looting and violence during those years.

He looked down at his rough hands, which once wielded daggers, plundered wealth, and controlled people's destinies. But now, they can only hold up a small centipede and try to maintain the continuation of life. He took a deep breath and chewed the last bite of centipede, feeling that the disgusting taste finally dissipated in his mouth.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the dungeon corridors, and Malvo and his companions immediately fell silent and retreated into the shadows. Experience taught them that it was best to remain silent when the captor was within earshot.

Shadows flickered in the dim cell, and a command was shouted in the elf's rough throat, the sound like a blade scraping against stone. Then, he was horrified to see that the door of the cell suddenly opened, and thin figures crawled out from the corner of the cell, groaning in horror, while some people fell to their knees overwhelmed by despair.

An elf walked in, agile and strong, with a purple belt tied around his waist, and a serrated mercer knife fixed on the belt. The spiked leather and scales did nothing to hinder his elegance.

It was these men who grabbed him from the sea, knocked him unconscious and threw his wounded body into the hold of the ship. He recognized the elf or slave master in front of him. He remembered that this guy's name seemed to be Kraken or something similar. This bald guy with a scarred face liked to use a whip with sharp teeth. He had seen whips tear flesh from a man's back in an instant, and the wielder of the whip would use it mercilessly.

Kraken gestured to the two closest slaves beside him, the two guys who had come to Araby and were not yet exhausted from lack of food and the "mercy" of the elves. The unfortunate fellows resisted heroically and foolishly, and he considered this behavior to be extremely stupid. His judgment was soon echoed, and the two fellows were beaten until they were beaten to a bloody pulp, and they were dragged out of the cell groaning. .

"Who else wants to resist?" Kraken glanced around, his eyes flashing with cruel light, and his voice was like a cold blade, cutting into everyone's heart. His eyes rested on each prisoner for a moment, as if assessing the slaves' worth. No one dared to move, everyone knew the price of resistance.

"Please, not me, please, I want to live." Malvo tried to keep calm and not let his fears be exposed to this cruel elf, and he prayed to any god who might be listening.

However, it was not the gods who responded to him, but... Kraken's eyes fell on him. Under the erosion of fear and despair, he felt that power was draining from his limbs. He tried to crawl toward the shadows, but a pair of strong hands grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up. The moment he passively turned around, he saw Kraken's eyes, and he saw cruel pleasure.

Kraken punched him in the stomach, forcing the air from his lungs. His will failed to resist his biological instincts, and he eventually vomited out the contents of his stomach. In his agony, he was unaware that he was being thrown out of his cell and dragged along the tiles, toward the ascending central spiral staircase. He didn't know where the slave owners were taking him, but what he knew and was only sure of was that a painful and humiliating death awaited him.

Julia came out of the grille silently, stood up, and looked around. She found herself in a small circular room. The floor was covered with brown-red stains, exuding an almost unbearable stench of death and decay. There were several emaciated corpses eaten by maggots in the corners of the room.

"We seem to be under the slave pit, which is where they dispose of their dead after having fun." She whispered to the people behind her.

After that, she carefully walked along the bloody waterway through a small tunnel with a shallow slope, and came to a larger room full of empty cages and barbed shackles. Here, a gentle slope led to a pair of double doors. After looking behind her companions, she opened the door, and behind the door was a high and narrow passage with a brazier burning in it.

"We seem to be in the core of the ship? There will be guards, many guards."

She and her companions continued to move forward, quickly and silently like shadows, into a huge open cave. In the distance was a calm dark pool of water, surrounded by docks, facing a broken carapace wall fixed by huge chains. Instead of rejoicing, she sensed danger and despair enveloped her. The way to escape was right in front of her, but it was blocked.

Countless hell dragons huddled along the shore, dozing in heavy ropes, and their trainers were eating and drinking around the table. Perhaps when the battle began, that carapace wall would open up, dumping the infernal dragons into the ocean like wasps from a nest.

Beyond the harbor was a cluster of dilapidated buildings that stretched out in multiple concentric layers toward the top of the cave. The surface of the cave and the rough stone of the buildings glowed brightly, giving her the illusion of morning light.

"This way, go faster, avoid the patrols. Don't panic, we are in the heart of this huge ship," she whispered as she saw the flickering torches in the distance and heard the sound of marching footsteps.

Malvo soon realized that his fate would be worse than he feared. He was passing through the slave pits and entering the winding waterways of the outer area, where pirates off duty had hideouts and taverns. After pulling his Kraken to the right, he came to a wide main street where reddish-brown stains appeared on the stone slabs and the sounds of laughter and piercing singing died into an ominous silence.

Ahead, the building towering over the narrow streets of the city like a huge metal spider was the arena of the Malevolent Temple.

"Radnor." He groaned, but soon, he was kicked for this sentence.

"Useless waste, you will enter the fighting pit, you must give your all and bring a good performance, otherwise I can assure you that you will not die quickly." Kraken smiled and turned the whip with his deft hands.

Malvo was frightened and pale. The story of the arena has always been the source of nightmares for slaves. Those legendary tortures and killings lingered in his mind. The whole city echoed with the night of the victims' painful screams, as if these sounds had become the background music of the city, accompanying every slave's uneasy sleep.

He knew what the arena was like. It was a living hell, a stage where death and pain were intertwined. Those slaves who were sent in, no matter how strong or smart they were before, would eventually be worn out in that cruel environment and become nameless corpses. Thinking of this, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Finally, Kraken came to a huge black iron door, and ten pirates wearing scale armor, holding tridents and scimitars stood at the door. He spoke to the pirates in a hurried voice, in a language that Malvo could not understand. Then a pirate with a horn crown on his helmet shouted an incomprehensible order.

The black iron door opened, and Malvo continued to be dragged. Behind the door was a long corridor surrounded by shadows, illuminated only by a few smoking braziers. As he walked through the corridor, he could hear the sound of war drums and high-pitched and rapid chanting, and these sounds made his blood cold.

At the end of the corridor, several figures swayed out of the shadows. They were several agile female elves with terrifying masks on their faces. They only wore some armor, and their exposed skin was pale and covered with old scars. They slowly surrounded Malvo and looked at him, and then one of them walked up and grabbed Malvo's neck. She seemed effortless in the process of lifting him up, and she tilted her head to stare into Malvo's eyes.

"Fresh?" she hissed, and her voice was like a blade scraping against stone.

"The strongest one, he has been fed and has not been infected yet, which should be enough." Kraken replied, but his voice was trembling slightly, and the roar of the killing sisters made him nervous.

"Don't be smart!"

"Forgive me." Kraken said while lowering his head.

Just when Malvo thought a conflict would break out, the hand holding his neck loosened, and he was thrown to the ground fiercely.

"Take him away and leave!"

The Kraken who received the order hurriedly moved. Malvo could feel the masked elf staring at him hungrily until he disappeared at the turn of the tunnel. At the moment of turning, he heard the sound of Kraken's relief.

He continued walking for a few minutes, going deeper into the building and going down the winding stairs. The lower he went, the stronger the stench became, the pungent smell of sweat and dried blood, the smell of decay and fear came to his face. Soon, he entered a damp low-ceiling room with rusty iron railings. He could see listless figures and flickering eyes in the dark.

"Go over there." Kraken pointed to a heavy door at the end of the room. Now he just wanted to get rid of the slave as soon as possible and leave here, lest the Slaughter Sisters decide to use him to play that bloody game.

After saying that, he thought Malvo's movements were not fast enough, so he dragged Malvo to the front and held the rusty iron handle. With a roar, the door opened, but he was soon stunned. On the other side of the door stood a human woman with silver-white hair and clothes soaked in blood and dirt.

Julia's angular face flashed a look of surprise, and then she stabbed the sword into Kraken's chest.

Kraken looked at the hilt protruding from his chest, frowning, and as the hilt rotated, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

After making sure the elf was dead, Julia turned around and pointed the drawn sword forward after hearing the crawling sound. She saw a dirty, sharp-eyed little human with greasy brown-gray hair wrapped around his head.

"Sigmar bless you, lady, I will always be grateful to you." Malvo, who was lying on the ground, retreated and raised his hands to surrender, and the sound of his panting continued to emerge from his yellow teeth.

"So ugly." Julia thought, the human male lying on the ground was bald, sloppy, tearful, and narrow-chinned. However, the voice was surprisingly pleasant, with a strange sense of melody.

"Shut up!" Julia stepped forward and kicked Malvo, who was about to get up, and stepped on Malvo's chest with her boots to make Malvo quiet down.

After doing all this, Julia pricked up her ears to listen, but she didn't hear the echo from the stone or the footsteps of boots. The chants and screams in the distance cut through the air, as if the elves' strange rituals effectively covered her attack.

"We should leave as soon as possible. I don't think he's any use." A human male came out from behind Julia and said.

"Wait! Please put away your sword, I beg you, I guess you are escaping from this giant ship?"

"You are very smart."

"Well, let me introduce myself, Malvo Lepore, an actor, your guide." Malvo smiled brightly after receiving the praise, and when he got up, he made a funny bow, revealing a bald head covered with rashes.

"Guide?" Julia looked at Malvo who was doing funny things with some disbelief.

"My suggestion is to kill him. I don't think he is a guide." The human male's tone was full of impatience.

"Wait! Don't do this. I've been locked up on this damn ship for a long time, three celestial cycles. During this time, I've been in and out here frequently, serving as a waiter. I've observed all patrol routes and guard changes." After Malvo finished speaking, he lifted his shirt, revealing a skinny chest full of scars and bruises.

Julia could see a series of marks on Malvo's chest that she couldn't understand, rough tissue marks, like some ritual scars.

"This is a code I designed myself. I am the top actor in Polrod, but shamefully, I sometimes engage in some less legal activities. I marked the movements and activities of the guard patrols on my body to prepare for the inevitable escape." Malvo patted his chest while making up a story.

Julia turned her head to look at the human male behind her, and the male shrugged in response.

"He might be useful, if not, we can cut his throat and let his body rot."

"Great, my life and death are at your command, ma'am." Malvo smiled palely, knowing that he had succeeded. After that, he came to the body of Kraken and pulled out the Messer knife on his purple belt. Then, he coughed again, cleared his throat, and spit a mouthful of emerald mucus on the face of the dead.

"Julia, priest of Myrmidia."

"Ricardo, mercenary."

"Malvo Lepore, guide, now... should we deal with our business? Set off?"

"Let's go."

The improvised team returned along the route Kraken came from, quickly and silently passing through the dark corridor. Malvo tried to keep up with Julia and Ricardo. He could feel that these two people had just arrived on the ship not long ago, unlike him who had been there for a long time. Soon, his chest was tight with pain. He had never been a man with good physical strength, and several months of captivity had exhausted him physically and mentally.

However, he ignored the pain and stumbled forward. He was sure that the two men were doomed, but he might still have a chance to escape and run. If he could sneak aboard a pillager, maybe he could wait until the elves set sail on a mission...

This was not a good plan. Although it might allow him to escape this hellish floating city, it would also cause him to be lost at sea. Besides, it was horrible to think about being on a ship full of pirates. If the pirates found him, they would drag him back and skin him. He had seen the miserable plight of defectors and troublemakers more than once.

The team entered a room. There was no sign of movement except for the flickering torches on the wall. Ahead was the door to the courtyard, but the corridor was empty. Then a scream came from the corridor, followed by a slight mocking echo. Malvo frowned. Perhaps the fate handed to the slaves of the masked elves on this floating city was the most terrible, a carnival of torture and horror, and finally ended with the removal of the heart alive.

"Let's go."

The team walked to the end of the corridor and came to the large iron door leading to the arena. Ricardo was about to open the door, but Malvo put his hand on his arm to stop him. He roared reflexively, pushed Malvo against the wall, and pressed his forearm against Malvo's throat.

"Wait a minute, there are a lot of guards outside." Malvo said hoarsely, grabbing the mercenary's arm weakly.

"I told him he would be useful, let this unfortunate guy breathe." Julia said, motioning Ricardo to step back.

After Ricardo stepped away, Malvo, who collapsed on the ground, rubbed his bruised neck.

"Let's get out of here."

After receiving the order, Ricardo grabbed Malvo less gently as he stood up, and then changed his route.

Malvo, who was pushed in front, watched the large stalactites hanging from the ceiling emit soft purple light, illuminating the city's caves. They walked through the courtyard and came to a secret door that could only be opened from inside the arena. After the secret door was opened, the team came to the streets of the city.

As midnight approaches, pirates and slavers have withdrawn from business to satisfy their most primal desires. Alluring smells and sounds are coming from behind every door, the walls and hanging signs are painted with all kinds of gruesome scenes of depravity, and the atmosphere of debauchery becomes more alluring as the procession goes deeper. A scent of spices filled the neighborhood, seeping into the lungs, confusing the mind, and screams of agony and ecstasy blended into a chorus of pure sensuality.

"Maybe I could get used to staying in this place?" Ricardo's eyes glowed with longing, staring at the luxurious decadence on display.

"You're going to be drowned in it, trust me."

Humans don't know enough about this place. In fact, this is the "Happy Zone" on the Vicious Temple. It is famous for its illegal dangers and endless pleasure. Most of the captains and pirates who flock here cannot resist this temptation. They I feel completely free here.

However, behind all these shining temptations is a trap carefully laid by Dulias. In this street, nothing can escape his eyes and ears. His spies and assassins roam these alleys, weeding out potential enemies and extracting secrets for his use. Although his wit and skill in battle are outstanding, his understanding of the captain's bitterness and boundless ambition is his most powerful weapon.

Here, he creates a world of unbridled indulgence, conveying a message to every captain: This is how we live.

Chained and painted slaves lined the streets, guarded by ornate guards with whips and spiked clubs, who showed no reaction in the frantic atmosphere.

Ricardo glanced at Julia, and after seeing Julia shaking her head, he nodded.

The procession continued, and as the cave opened, starlight illuminated the city. Outside the entertainment venue, the towering fleet commander's residential building stands, six twisted spiers reaching into the sky like a monster's arms, and flags fluttering on the battlements. In the center of this group of buildings, there is a central tower made of black marble. The thick marble stands in the center of the black ark, and its steep walls are connected to the surrounding towers through dozens of curved bridges and overpasses.

The team climbed a staircase and arrived at a high square, overlooking the palace area. A row of thirty-meter-high stone walls separated the cave from the nobles' territory.

"This place is really huge. We can't get in here without being discovered." Ricardo cursed under his breath, craning his neck to look at the heights of the fortress and scratching the scar on his cheek. Dozens of guards patrolled the city walls, and he could see more guards marching near the tower. Further away, he saw several ships moored.

"Over there, we'll climb up from there." A smile appeared on Malvo's face.

Julia stuck her fingers into a crack in the rock and looked down. The team's progress is quite good. They are already far away from where they started. The fun area, arena and bar are particularly dazzling under the light of purple stalactites, but the city is shrinking under their feet. The guards walking on the streets can only watch. The work is a tiny point.

Below, she saw Malvo, who was trying to climb up with a short knife in his mouth. Although Malvo was short in stature, he moved gracefully with a flexible body, changing from one holding point to another, seeming to be interested in the following. I don't care about the huge gap.

"How much is left?" After making eye contact with Julia, Malvo asked softly, while his body was still moving.

"Who are you?" Julia asked, looking at Malvo's ugly face.

"Just a humble actor, my lady." Malvo smiled.

"In my experience, it's a contradiction."

"While the stage is my true passion, I have developed other skills over the years. You have to have food and clothing, especially in Bretonnia, you know?" See Julia after she stops climbing. , Malvo, who was blocked, also stopped climbing. He chuckled a bit and rubbed his hands in mid-air in an almost mouse-like gesture.

"So you're a thief?"

"To me, the word connotes a less technical description that makes me feel uncomfortable. I am, or have been, a treasure hunter, a thief, and a pretty good thief at that."

"Who knows? But you did come in handy." After saying that, Julia reached out to find another holding point, put her boots on the cliff and stood up.

The team had climbed high enough, and the sea breeze blew in from between the walls of the Black Ark, moistening their clothes and piercing their eyes. Every hold became dangerous, their feet sliding against the slippery walls.

Many times she felt a thrill of fear as she struggled to hold on to the wall, her fingers slipping on the slippery rocks. However, she still persisted tenaciously, and as time went by, the top of the city wall gradually beckoned to her.

"We're almost there."

Julia said as she leapt onto a platform, and a group of shadowy bats, startled by her presence, flew into the air with a shrill cry. She had enough room to keep her body pressed against the stone wall. Looking up, she saw the spire through the battlements, and ahead, perhaps sixty meters from the team, a slender stone bridge stretched from the nearest tower to the edge of the cliff, and clouds of bats circled in the night sky, still screaming in anger.

Just as she was about to climb the battlement, she heard the sound of iron boots approaching, and she hid herself in the shadows, listening to a group of about six soldiers crossing the wall and heading for the nearest tower. She waited for several minutes, hanging reluctantly, her muscles aching from holding this position.

When the guards left, she reached out and grabbed the battlements, holding her body up with force, her whole body was in pain, her fingers were broken and bleeding, but she succeeded, she squatted down, turned around and looked around. Malvo played his part. The climbing point was chosen very well, just outside the maximum illumination range of the glowing stones on both sides. She could hear the sound of the waves and the sea breeze whistling along the winding buildings.

Malvo then climbed up. When he landed, he took off the messer knife he was holding in his mouth and squatted in the corner to check the situation around him. When Julia touched him lightly, he turned his head to look at Julia.

Julia pointed to the distance, which was a grappling hook extending from the auxiliary tower, wrapped around the main tower. The higher floors of the main tower were about thirty meters above their heads, connected by another skybridge that seemed to be carved from bleached bones.

"From now on, we will kill anyone we meet! Move quickly and show no mercy!" Julia whispered, drawing her sword. After that, she turned and bent down, ready to pull up Ricardo who was at the end. Looking down at the battlements, she could see Ricardo still trying to crawl. She could clearly feel that Ricardo was not good at climbing, and the long climb made Ricardo exhausted.

"Hold my hand." Julia called softly.

Just as Ricardo's hand was about to touch Julia's hand, a shrill horn sounded from the main tower. Before Julia could react, the entire black ark was shaken violently, as if something as big as the black ark hit the black ark hard from the water.

Ricardo's body was thrown away by the violent vibration and lost his balance. His hand failed to grab Julia's hand. He struggled to stabilize himself, but the violent shaking of the ship made it impossible for him to hold on. His figure drew a tragic arc in the air and finally fell from the city wall. He twisted his body desperately, trying to find a way to slow down his fall, but everything seemed in vain. His vision became blurred and gradually swallowed by the darkness. Finally, his body hit the ground heavily.

"Ricardo!" Julia stretched out her hand in horror, but it was too late. Her voice was torn apart by the wind, her shouts were swallowed by the wind, and she could only watch Ricardo disappear from her in the abyss.

Her heart beat violently, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She fell to the ground helplessly, trying to stand up, but was knocked down again by the violent shaking. Her eyes nervously scanned the surroundings, looking for any possible way out.

The black ark shook again, and the entire ark was shaken by the huge force, and stones and wood collapsed one after another. As the horn continued to sound, Julia knew that the situation was becoming more and more dangerous.

"Who is it?" In the distance, the Druki who were carrying the Reaper Crossbow and preparing to enter the battle position saw the silhouette in the dark and immediately asked loudly in Drusil. Seeing that the silhouette did not respond immediately, they quickly took action, and the arrows on the crossbow were fired like a storm, cutting through the night sky.

Julia fell to the ground like a hedgehog, motionless.

And Malvo also fell to the ground, he covered his throat, the severe pain made him almost unable to breathe. His vision was blurred, and he could only barely see the strange scene on the sea in the distance. The dark sea surface began to become restless, and huge tentacles emerged from the water, like demons rising from the abyss. The tentacles were thick and twisted, covered with strange scales, with sharp claws at the end, flashing a dark luster.

These tentacles twisted on the sea surface, raising huge waves and tearing the ocean into pieces. The appearance of the tentacles seemed to indicate that some huge threat was about to come, and the entire black ark was shrouded in an invisible fear.

"Giggle... Giggle..." Malvo giggled, he knew that this was his last moment, he couldn't escape. Now he just wanted to see what kind of terrifying existence had these tentacles, he hoped that the owner of the tentacles would destroy this huge ship and bury him.

However, Duruchi who passed by him didn't give him a chance. A Duruchi holding a crossbow stopped running and turned back after seeing that he was not completely dead, and put the crossbow against his heart. The moment he closed his eyes, he saw a giant dragon passing over his head, and then he knew nothing. (End of this chapter)